I’m with Julian,” I say at last. This, after all, is what I have chosen.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.

Live free or die.

I wish I could close my eyes and be blown into dust and nothingness, feel all my thoughts disperse like dandelion fluff drifting off on the wind. But his hands keep pulling me back: into the alley, and Portland, and a world that has suddenly stopped making sense.

Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.

Time jumps. It leaps. It pours away like water through fingers.